Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

had lied about my town, my schooling

my status as a

that would lead the people here to my personal life but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

why?  His car didn't

have anything that would make it any

up as a memory from the

and he had

how we had spent the evening later in the

strode toward his black Porsche, unlocking it on the way and without waiting for me or even without looking in my

heard the

quickly to the passenger side before he could get irritated and start to

sat down,

drive me.I can

He didn't say anything.

like one would hold a lover

I knew where he was

the wrong address I had written on

tried again, "You can drop

few things

me and he said, "I'll

you want to

brows went up on my forehead in

up on his offer, I didn't have enough money to let

I sighed.

will buy

have to suck it

drop me off and I will wait for him to leave

longer route back

ask for the usual butterscotch pastry this

me sad, more than the fact that I would be late to reach on time to

came to a

to him

moment that made me nervous and

he was becoming such a

both knew he

a smile on my face as I said, "No, you don't have

eyes and cursed my fate

me so much as I saw

come and I didn't wait as I opened the

my side,

He arched a brow.

couldn't come inside except that he

wouldn't

stretched between us and he

back against his car, crossed his legs

saw the

looked like a

a suit that was a combination of blood red and dark